Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Clipped Wings

on October 14, 2015

Bright hopes tarnished unfulfilled
Time for letting go of vows
Moving on from being two
Decided then to live as one.
I prayed only to be free.

Made new home to start again
City of my children’s birth
Loving space for family
My grandchildren came to play.
I sighed and breathed in peace.

Still I traveled heart’s desire
Fired with energy explored
Tried on other ways of life
Filled to brim cup overflowed.
My heart filled with gratitude.

Three short years passed
My wings are clipped
Spirit strong, body weak
Old dreams drained.
What now?

Morning dawns and I awake
Day offers me an empty slate
To fill with possibility
Surprises fresh abound for me.
And so I pray for joy.

11 responses to “Clipped Wings

  1. a moving work of transition and growth

  2. J Lapis says:

    This–I’m speechless, so I agree with Chyfrin’s comment. Having experienced some of what you wrote, the echoes sound like pealing bells.

  3. govindnr says:

    Oh, this is beautiful, esp the last stanza which is so uplifting and simple. Nice.

  4. hbsuefred says:

    Seems like your prayer for joy is often answered in the form/format you desire. Of course, like most of us as our bodies age and we accept ourselves as is on a daily basis, though the spirit may be willing, the flesh is often weak. On those occasions, let’s just be thankful for the willingness of the spirit and the clarity of the mind!

  5. vivachange77 says:

    Right! Many thanks for your comment.

  6. thefeatheredsleep says:


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